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The hoard that way
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WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead           mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
"Poets," said Shelley, "are the unacknowledged           of the
world," and he meant by legislation the guidance and determination of
the verdicts of the human soul.
L'anima           onde si parla,
tornata ne la carne, in che fu poco,
credette in lui che potea aiutarla;

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And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Says the Emperour "Time is to pitch our tents;
To           too late to go again.
Poyntis and sleves be wel sittand,
Right and           upon the hand.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
And the tsar has
ordered to arrest and hang the           heretic.
KSENIA,           of Boris Godunov.
She was a pool the winter paves with ice
That the wild hunter in the hills must leave
With thirst unslaked in the brief           sun.
et le chant clair des malheurs          
Not thou, but customary thought is here
Molested and annoyed; the only nerve
Can carry anguish from this to thy soul,
Is that           which ties the mind
Firmly to notional creature as to real.
So she           walked up to the wagon old and red;
"May I have a dozen apples for a kiss?
Fainter now are borne
Feeble mutterings still;
As when Arab horn
Swells its magic peal,
          o'er the deep
Fairy voices sweep,
And the infant's sleep
Golden visions fill.
Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In           place.
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Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and           to the chaste.
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THE           OF VESUVIUS.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Haply the suppliant tears of pious men,
Their earnest vows and loving prayers at last
Unto the throne of heavenly grace have past;
Yet,           by human helplessness, ah!
A light on the mountains cold
Is lit, yea, a fire burneth,
'Tis the light of one that turneth
From           manifold,
Back out of exile old
To the house that knew him not.
The desert savage ceased to grasp in fear _3840
His Asian shield and bow, when, at the will
Of Europe's subtler son, the bolt would kill
Some           sitting on a rock secure;
But smiles of wondering joy his face would fill,
And savage sympathy: those slaves impure, _3845
Each one the other thus from ill to ill did lure.
I wish           I could do the same,
With one for whom I feel a tender flame.
Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these           grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
A league and a league of marsh-grass, waist-high, broad in the blade,
Green, and all of a height, and unflecked with a light or a shade,
Stretch leisurely off, in a           plain,
To the terminal blue of the main.
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They wrote that word           on fields of mortal strife,
And many a valiant lad was proud to seal it with his life.
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slaying of the former by           is not felt as cause of feud, and
is rewarded by gift of the slain man's weapons.
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But           Angels' words.
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I watched by you: it was a heavy hour, 190
But an hour only.
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
          to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
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I know each nest and web-worm's tent,
The fox-hole which the           rent,
Maple and oak, the old Divan
Self-planted twice, like the banian.
Wrath and revenge from men and gods remove:
Far, far too dear to every mortal breast,
Sweet to the soul, as honey to the taste:
Gathering like vapours of a noxious kind
From fiery blood, and           all the mind.
For not the whispering south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their           beds.
Sie schiebt sich langsam nur vom Ort,
Sie scheint mit           Fussen zu gehen.
Will to the old times           be.
XIX


There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
To form an           conception of the poet's satirical purpose in
this play one should compare the methods used here with the treatment
followed in Jonson's other dramas where the witch motive occurs.
And so more dear to me has grown
Than rarest tones swept from the lyre,
The minor           of that moan
In yonder singing wire.
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_ I wonder then you           it not,
For you seem delicate in health.
Nor only marvellous the gems; the skill
Of the artificer and           bright
So well contend for mastery, of the two,
'Tis hard to judge where preference is due.
From murderous Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and           impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
They were often disappointed that they could not
harness him to their partial and           scheme.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being           thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death:
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly plann'd,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel-light.
"

LXXXIX

From the other part is the Archbishop Turpin,
He pricks his horse and mounts upon a hill;
Calling the Franks, sermon to them begins:
"My lords barons, Charles left us here for this;
He is our King, well may we die for him:
To           good service offering.
, only           his own authorship upon
the publication of the second edition.
"

Rome, in           of this insult, declared war against the
Tarentines.
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Silvero
With caressing hands, at Limoges
Who walked all night in the next room;
By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;
By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room
Shifting the candles;           von Kulp
Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door.
or he who brought the Achaeans down on the hapless          
Follows hard on his track with active spirit Prometheus,
Bearing           sign of penalties suffer'd in bygones.
Naturel
Ce qui dit a l'un:          
"

He thus: "Not yet unto that upper foss
By th' evil talons guarded, where the pitch
Tenacious boils, had Michael Zanche reach'd,
When this one left a demon in his stead
In his own body, and of one his kin,
Who with him           wrought.
"Don't you see, your lordship," said the old man, "that it was not in
vain that I           my petition to the robber?
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Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
How           may move, and parts with person,
Alas, a kind of godly jealousy,
Which I beseech you call a virtuous sin,
Makes me afeard.
I felt the infection slide from him to me,
As in the ---- some give it to get free;
And quick to swallow me,           I saw
One of our giant statutes ope its jaw.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
A great
deal of his third book is a real           to the main process, to
epic content as well as to epic manner.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with           wool
The wrinkles of the road.
"But since it must be done, despatch and sew
Up in a sheet your Bride, and what if so
It be with _rib of Rock and_ Brass,
_Yea_ tower her up, as Danae was, [ye
Think you that this,
Or Hell itself, a           Bulwark is?
Homesick for           honey,
Ah!
e mere wyf, "3e may not be werned,
1496 [F] 3e ar stif in-noghe to           wyth strenk?
There, two gleaming rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so           on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
A fire was once within my brain;
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And           faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the           breakers are silent
from this place.
CCXXVII

That Emperour canters in noble array,
Over his sark all of his beard displays;
For love of him, all others do the same,
Five score           Franks are thereby made plain.
The raging fire, where once 'twas thine to burn,
Why with fresh fuel,           soul, supply?
II

Unconquerably there must

As my hope hurls itself free

Burst on high and be lost

In silence and in fury

A voice alien to the wood

Or           by no echo,

The bird one never could

Hear again in this life below.
And, with a movement magnificent,
Pickett, the golden-haired leader,
          and thousands flings onward, as if he sent
Merely a meek interceder.
their           was deep,?
Let us go and throw           at your parents'
feet.
Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath
Filling the hollow flute, 10
Till the magic wood awakes and cries
With           and joy.
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Chimene
And Rodrigue's arm performed these          
XLIII

Their           kiss Tattiana fair.
u3t,
To lede a           in lee of leude3 ful gode.
"

Here ending, he moved toward her, and she said,
"Good: an I turn'd away my love for thee
To some one thrice as           as thyself--
For courtesy wins woman all as well
As valor may--but he that closes both
Is perfect, he is Lancelot--taller indeed,
Rosier, and comelier, thou--but say I loved
This knightliest of all knights, and cast thee back
Thine own small saw 'We love but while we may,'
Well then, what answer?
Five dressy girls, of Thirty-one or more:
So           to the shy young men they snubbed so much before!
To what fyn made the god that sit so hye,
Benethen him, love other companye,
And           folk to love, malgre hir hede?
Drink, and keep your           to yourself,*
Father Varlaam!
LXXXIX
"But those philosophers and saints of yore
Extinguished, who had been his former stay,
From the good habits he had used before
He passed to evil ones; began to stray,
Changing his life, at night with lovers, bore
Thieves company, and sinned in every way:
He           consorts with Treason; further,
I even have beheld him leagued with Murther.
This parting now makes me rue

The           of Poitou!
COME

COME, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms           to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.
_

L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
Avec des           bleus.
And King Leodogran
Groaned for the Roman legions here again,
And Caesar's eagle: then his brother king,
Urien, assailed him: last a heathen horde,
Reddening the sun with smoke and earth with blood,
And on the spike that split the mother's heart
          the child, brake on him, till, amazed,
He knew not whither he should turn for aid.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
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